This post is part of Just Jot it January, and the prompt word, “celebrate,” is brought to us by Wendy. Check out her blog here!

It’s January—I may have mentioned that a time or two on my blog—which means it’s the month I celebrate my birthday.

And by celebrate, I mean I usually don’t.

Years ago, Alex would insist I buy myself a birthday cake so he could eat a sliver of it, but I don’t remember when the last time was.

My eldest son buys me dinner every year and has it delivered, then I sit at the kitchen table with a book and eat alone, like I do every other day of the year that’s not Christmas, New Year, Easter, or Thanksgiving.

It all seems a bit sad on the surface.

But do it enough years in a row, and it becomes tradition.

More of a tradition than a celebration.

I mean, seriously, who over the age of 21 wants to get older anyway, am I right?

This post really sounds like I’m whining, but I’m not.

#amhappy

This not really sad post is part of Just Jot it January! Want to join in? Just click here to get to the prompt and drop your link in the comments. It’s fun!

Thanks again to Wendy for the prompt!